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"Good." West City should be separated by a bed.

Afraid of the child, Xia Wen did not talk any more, just holding a small hand of his son, the other arm squatted on the bed, headrest up, looking at his son's face.

In these two days, the child is not around, she can't sleep all night and night, and she tries to control herself not to see him. It can be tormented all the time.

Now I can finally hold his little hand, and her heart is also stable. As the night is deep, the tiredness gradually rises and falls asleep without knowing it.

Opposite, Xicheng raised his wrist to see the time - more than an hour has passed since the last temperature.

Did not see the summer warmth, he stood up carefully, I saw that she did not know when she had closed her eyes, one hand still holding the child's small hand, it seems to be holding.

Lightly and gently bypassing the bed, he carefully pulled the drawer and took the blood thermometer from it.

The eyes fell on the side of the bed in the summer, he paused, put down the thermometer, pulled out the blanket from Xu Yang from the paper bag, carefully put her shoulder.

Determined not to wake her up, this is a sigh of relief, re-open the bed, gently pinch the thermometer to the little guy kneeling.

As the summer warms, the child's body temperature does not rise again, still stay at 37 degrees 1, Xicheng Dasong breath, re-enter.

After yawning, Xicheng took a paper cup, took a cup of coffee poured by Xu Yang, drank two big mouths and refreshed, and got up and turned off the headlights.

The room was immediately darkened, leaving only the soft light of the bedside lamp.

It was already in the middle of the night, the hospital was very quiet, and the ward was quiet, and only a small and small breathing sound could be heard.

Xicheng raised his right hand and held his elbows on the table. He gently put his head on his head and looked at his son for a moment. His eyes naturally fell to the warm summer face again.

At this point, she has changed her posture, with her hands on the bed and her head resting on it.

That way, he immediately reminded him of his time in high school.

At noon, he returned to the classroom, and she rested on the table like this, with her long hair sliding down and covering her face. The long eyelashes cast a faint shadow on her face.

That was the first time he seriously looked at a girl. Until that day, he discovered that her new table was beautiful!

Looking at the opposite summer warm, Xicheng unconsciously fell into memories.

Thinking of high school, she was at the same table with her, and participated in the competition. Later, he went abroad to study, and went to the school to find her, but she was not... from then on.

Even then, he even prepared a small gift for her, and thought about the farewell, or she could ask her for a mailbox number.

It’s a pity that everything can only be a hypothesis.

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"Missing!" Opposite, Xia Wen suddenly frowned, whispered, "Mind..."

Xicheng returned, and stood up and gently held her shoulder.

"Summer, warm in summer!"

Xia Wen wakes up from the nightmare, look at him, and look at the son in front of him, Changsong tone.

"Sorry, I... I fell asleep."

"Nothing!" Xicheng worriedly swept her slightly pale face. "Is it okay?"

"It's okay, just... a nightmare." Xia Wen stood up and felt a blanket falling on her body. She was busy turning around and slid onto the blanket on the floor, grabbing the blanket with her hand, and her eyes fell back on his face. "Thank you. ""

There are only two of them in the house, and I don’t need to ask if I know that he helped her.

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